Hailee's POV
Nathan turned slowly to face him, his jaw ticking. "I was here first."
Callum scoffed, arms crossing over his chest. "Yeah? By what—thirty seconds? I'm the one Lila texted."
"I'm the one she answered on the phone," Nathan snapped. "And I got here in ten minutes flat."
"Ten minutes?" Callum raised a brow. "I made it in seven. I hit 160 kilometers an hour."
Nathan narrowed his eyes. "I was doing 140, but unlike you, I didn't almost run two red lights."
"Oh, so now it's a competition?" Callum rolled his eyes. "Her best friend called me because she trusts me."
"And I'm—" Nathan paused, grinding his teeth.
He didn't finish that sentence, and somehow that silence spoke louder.
I looked between them, my heart pounding. The tension between them was thick enough to choke on.
Then Dane stepped forward, inserting himself between the two. "Guys, seriously? You're arguing over who came first?"
They both turned to him, not backing down.
